Anna held her breath, her heartbeat slowing as anticipation settled deep in her chest. Today was the day—the final bandages would come off, revealing the results of the reconstructive surgery she had undergone weeks ago.
During her recovery, William had only visited a handful of times. Truthfully, she was somewhat grateful for his packed schedule keeping him away.
Every time he entered her room, the rich, woody scent of his cologne mixed with the raw intensity of his presence, making her head swim. She would catch herself drifting, words slipping from her grasp, her mind momentarily forgetting how to function.
And then there was that question—the one he had left lingering in the air after feeding her that chocolate candy. A simple question, yet it clung to her consciousness like a shadow, refusing to let go. No matter how many times she tried to think of an answer, the memory of his warm, deliberate touch always sent her thoughts spiraling in the wrong direction.
